Like the quest for the World Cup, the Super Bowl, the Stanley Cup, the cap and gown of the Valedictorian, the party's Nomination, the right to give an...Inaugural Address, even the consensual destruction of a maidenhead, many would seek but only one (person or group) would succeed. The others would all die, figuratively, along the way. Except with the sperm, when often all of them would die, literally, and usually none would succeed.But at least Christopher's sperm were dying the right way, dying. It then rang again, so I reluctantly opened the door to find my boyfriend standing there, looking chuffed. “Y’alright babe?” he said, and gave me a peck on the lips. I was shocked.“Hi, yeah, what are you doing here?” “Oh, you know, I was passing." “You live on the other side of town, why were you passing? Are you alright?” “I’m fine, don’t look so worried. Can I come in please?” “Oh, but I look such a mess.” “I’ve seen you now, and you look lovely, as always.” “Ever the charmer, eh? Come. She had waited as long as possible to board, and now she checked her seat assignment for the 10th time — 31A, a window seat near the back of the plane on the right side. With her luck, a fat old lech would be sitting next to her, trying to look down her top the whole flight back home to San Diego. Dammit, I shouldn’t have worn such a low cut top, she thought, but it was so bloody hot today! As she slowly made her way down the aisle, she scanned ahead to where she might be sitting, and noticed a. I told her that it is her smile, and she laughed and said that she thought it is her ass because I was constantly staring at it. She grinned while saying this. I thought this must be a green signal to go ahead.The next dare asked me to kiss her and she brought her cheek forward and I kissed her slightly. Then, there were a few truth questions, till at a point it came that I had to take my t-shirt which I gladly did.When she got the same dare, she was a bit hesitant and I teased her saying that.